Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.